I’ve not been myself since the election. Probably only rested a few hours during the election night. Did get some restful sleep last night but still feel out-of-sorts. Mostly, I’m confused, confused as to what is happening. Perhaps, my California bubble burst and I realize there’s a big bad world out there. A world of opposites, a world of conflict, and a world of hate. That sounds awful and I don’t want it to be true. At the same time, I know that anger is often born by sadness. Both… Read more Marked →
Again, Tim Miller, tells it wisely, the human condition.
I write (and paint) to create stories that will survive me. I obsess over death, finality, and want to nurture, maintain life. But right now, I feel hurt, frustrated, anxious, and sad. Because I can’t live up to my own standards. And I can’t let go of my standards; I wish I could. I know I want to be in a place that I can relax into and feel good about. That space of creation. But I falter, I resist, I procrastinate and withdraw. I don’t like groups. Writers’ groups, art… Read more Letter to a Writer Friend →